First Lines

[Michael01]

I haven't like any my first lines so far, but I'll post this one:

"The Maugs are restless," said the Middle Hand of the Dema tribe.

 

[fabio0069]

K'thrk'n'thrgg'n'grn was in agony, sat on the skull-encrusted chamber pot with his tentacles around his many ankles, feeling like an upside-down volcano. It was always like this, the morning after curried-shoggoth night.

 

[Michael01]

The book slipped out my hands and into the lava pit. I looked at the woman dangling from a rope over the pit, then at my scarlet robed minions behind me.

"Damn," I said. "Just let her go. I'll never be able to finish the spell now."

 

[Moonbat]

The Throne sat motionless, as always, white and solid, braced for the brief view of a sphincter before the brown waterfall gushed down upon him once again, it was always like this on the morning after K's curry-night.


(In appreciation of Fabio's efforts)

 

[dooley]

he lived in a small town, named after a water tower.

 

[Rookie]

I have two stories, So I'll just write them both.

Candy, lollies, sweets, chocolate, whatever you wanted, Mrs Holly had it in her little sweetshop on the corner.

In the world of Karari, where talking cats and golden thimbles did indeed exist, it was quite a misfortune to be born the only son of three children.

 

[fabio0069]

By all that is unholy, thought the Throne, I bloody hate curry night!

(In appreciation of Moonbat's appreciation! Cheers mate)

 

[nj1]

With limbs like lead from hours of immobility, the figure shambled from it's hiding place within the copse, before it was the reason for it's fear, the reason why it had hidden for all those hours. As far as it could see there were bodies, limbs or weapons jutting at all angles, family, friends and comrades alike, brutally cut down, no mercy shown.
Suddenly a chorus of howl's cut the frigid air and it froze, fear striking it's heart as the enemy returned...

 

[fabio0069]

This is the opening line for a new text message horror short:

OMG! WTF! LOL!

 

[Michael01]

The book slipped out his hands and into the lava pit. I watched him look at the woman dangling from a rope over the pit, then at us - his scarlet robed minions.

"Damn," he said. "Just let her go. I'll never be able to finish the spell now."

After all the effort we made to kidnap her? She really put up a fight too! I felt like pushing the ******* into the pit myself.

 

[nj1]

Donning his fur-lined cloak, he heaved his weight against the wooden door, pushing with all his might against the full force of the storm, as it opened, the dark world outside was briefly illuminated as lightning sturck the land. He saw among the trees dark shapes moving slowly forward. Loosening the ******* sword at his back, he attempted to swallow the bile threatening to spill from his stomach and stepped out to meet them.

 

[Michael01]

A farm, thought Carl, and the monsters stay away from it. Just like she said.

 

[fabio0069]

Smoke filled the room. The man opposite me took another big hit from the bong, lowered it slowly back to the tabletop and smiled. Man, I thought, I can't take this **** anymore.

 

[nj1]

Gwlad awoke with a start, 'damn it!' he muttered as he realised he'd overslept yet again. Tarfir the old weapons master was going to tears strips off his back this time. He fumbled around for his clothing,quickly pulled on his leggings and yanked the heavy drape from the window. As he glanced out to the street below, a figure emerged from the alley opposite his room and fired a bow towards him, he recognised the grim figure of Tafir and the padded arrow winging towards him

 

[fabio0069]

Tafir was getting old, but he still had plenty of energy unlike the young Gwlad, he noted, as he waited patiently in the alleyway across from the apprentice's bedroom. The youngster should have been up over an hour ago.

After some time, the drape covering the window was drawn back and this was the moment when Tafir decided the youngling must be taught a painful lesson, as he let fly with the padded, but weighted, arrow. That'll teach you, he muttered to himself with a grim smile as he walked off to get breakfast.

[In honour of nj1's entry - Monkey is Magic]

 

[Hilarious Joke]

The arrow had had a tough morning. Old cranky Tafir had decided to cover the arrow's proud spike so that there was no way it would pierce skin unless fired at extremely close range. And the arrow had originally thought, when it got pulled out of the quiver, that it was finally going to get its moment of glory. He could already imagine the laughter of the other arrows.

Still, the arrow considered as Tafir grabbed its neck, it was going to get a chance to fly. In a way this was a good thing, he'd get two flights in total when it was used again. Before the arrow could dwell on this too much, it was cocked, drawn, and shot up, away from the bow, up, through a window and...

 

[Michael01]

Long ago, in a dung heap far, far away...

"Hey, come on now," said the beatle, "that's enough! We don't need anymore right now."

Idiot humans.

 

[thepaladin]

Up until the day it all started, I never believed those things actually existed.

 

[Interference]

A bullet, when fired from a gun aimed at a man, can tear through flesh, rip through bone and muscle and tissue and explode out the other side of his body. If your aim is good, the man will probably die fairly soon after.

That was my first clue.

This wasn't a man.

 

[Michael01]

I'm trying this for something new right now:

Glancing at the glove compartment, Cyrus Grand thought about the gun again. He couldn’t use it on the guy pressing a knife to his throat, but - if he lived through this - he might just shoot himself.

And here's another:

Q'La edged along the flat roof of the hut, waiting for the imps to renew their attacks. The moon was low, nearly set, and she knew they would come soon. Another long night of combat would begin, with every second diminishing her chances to survive.